This couldn't be happening thought Taichi.
Not after all the years of peace of balance the world had been though.
The darkness could not of built itself back up so fast so soon, this was
impossible. But it was happening. It had happened. All around him, laid
his firends, family, and allies, beaten, broken, defeated. The newest incarnation
of darkness stood before him. There was always a viris digimon looking
to fill the power gap left by the dark masters, Tai and co always defeated
them swiftly, this was sopposed to of been just another task, but it hadn't
been, this wasn't a normal digimon, Tai had his doubts if he/she/it was
even a digimon to start with.
"You did well." It spoke. "I didn't
exspect you to actully injuire me. I am seriously impressed. Killing and
absordbing you would be too much of a waste of experinced fighters . .
. I have a much more partical use for you . . . my twelve . . . . You will
be my messengers, you will prepare the next world for my arrival."
"We'll never serve you!" Snarled Tai, the others too weak to even throw
insults at him.
"Don't not be so sure of things beyound your control . . . my new tools."
"We'd rather die."
"This is far wore than death." It whispered.
Data Reconstruction Itialized
Tai heard himself scream, somewhere far away, he heard Sora and Kari scream too along with the others and their digimon. Tai had felt this way before, when Apoklimon had ripped their data apart, now he felt it again, his body, his mind, his very self being dismantled peice by piece. He felt Agumon's presence, he realized his data was being mix in with his. But why? For what perpose? Tai tried to think of all the times his friend had fought impossible odds and still come out on top. But to his horror, he realized he couldn't remember, his memories, his body, his very mind was being stripped from him, being reshaped and altired into what his enemy saw fit, Tai blacked out.
Mihiramon opened his eyes, shook his head once shaking off the sleep
and beheld his Soverign and the tiger digimon spoke the first thing that
came into his head.
"We exist but to serve you, my master."
The other eleven next to him began to awaken and repeat the same phrase.
"My Twelve Devas . . . the time is now to prepare yet another facet
of exitence for my arrival. Mihiramon, you will be first to pass though
the gate and crush the few arrogant enough to stand in my way."
"As you will my master." Said the Deva darkly bloodlust filling him
in exspectation of the coming battle.
The world distroted around the triger as he crossed the gap between
his master's worlds and this new one.
It was night, roof top of a twin building, he could sense three digimon
come, the lambs always lead themselves to the slaughter.
Defeat never crossed his mind. He was Mihiramon, his name was written
in the stars, he was the Triger Devas, he would not lose.
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